Bennett (thinking): Cybele knows.

She can’t read. And I’ve never told her. But appearing as a six-year-old . . . being such a perfect distraction . . . she must have planned it all from the start. Somehow, she knew.

Cybele: Tum te dum de dum . . .

Cybele (thinking): There’s only one way out of here. And it ‘s out of my reach . . .

(POING)

Or is it?